THIS BLOG DOES NOT SUPPORT TRUMP. If you support Trump, please unfollow now.
Age: 22
Gender: Female (cis) with she/her pronouns
Location: North Carolina, USA
I am bisexual and primarily a submissive. Pretty inexperienced but trying to explore more irl.
Feel free to talk to me about how to be a better slut and push me in my journey! Interested in making connections and possibly spending time with someone I click with!
Looking for mentors and friends! Feel free to message me :)
18+ interactions only, minors and blank blogs/ageless blogs will be blocked.
Follow my backup blog @here-we-go-once-again
Pricing Menu Post link - https://www.tumblr.com/herewegoonceagain/725671209775267840/want-more-pricing-menu-now-available?source=share
If you want to help support me and get some custom content, take a look!
“You’re still thinking of yourself as a free woman who is trapped by Me.
That’s two big errors! Free being and thinking! Do not worry, I’m going to help you with that. You’re going to pee, poo and sob under my hard and humbling taming, but you’re going to reach your proper pet nature!”
Did you wash here, little girl? I feel a lot of disgusting slime. I think you forgot to wash here. It can't have gotten that slimy in just a few minutes. Let's go back. Daddy will wash it properly.
...
Hmm. Daddy has been rubbing it for fifteen minutes now and it's still slimy. Maybe the problem is deeper inside. Let daddy check with fingers. That's right, deep breath.
show me my ass belongs to you by shoving anything in there you think is funny. spray cans and empty wrappers and coffee cans. even as i sob and say it won't fit, you decide what my ass takes so it better fucking fit
Thinking about non-sexual stretching humiliation. Use a speculum and black gloves to open up my hole as far as you can. Tell me all property needs to be inspected like this. Get a tape measure out and jot down the size of my gape to keep track of my progress. Slip a thermometer in my ass while my cunt is stretched wide. Pinch my nipples and watch how my hole reacts around the speculum. Rub my clit a little and see what happens inside me. Take notes the whole time. Treat me like an experiment.
Okay baby, it's cleaning day! Let's get you locked into the stocks outside. We're going to wash all of the filth off of you and deep clean your gross holes.
Let's start with your loose asshole. We already gave you two enemas but you can never be too clean. Your holes are like little toilets, they get pissed in all the time. We're going to clean them with a toilet brush, it's only fitting.
Thrash all you want but your asshole is getting cleaned out with the toilet brush. Let's add some dawn straight in and then a splash from the hose. Just like a toilet bowl. Time to scrub scrub scrub! Look at all these bubbles, we'll have to thoroughly rinse out these toilet bowls with the hose.
Oh look, the neighbor is out gardening! I bet they can't believe how filthy your toilet bowls are. Smile sweetie, show them what a happy little piggy girl you are.
its a classic trope but i just love a garbage disposal scenario... we're cutting down on food waste, so it's standard for a lot of the trendier, eco-conscious restaurants in town to have one or two pigs on staff, the kind who won't complain too much eating everyones leftovers. some places just sit you in a dedicated booth near the back, stacking plates on your table and letting you pick them clean. Others, a little less classy, keep you back near the dish pit, making you eat with your hands. Others take the piggy thing literally, scraping the food scraps and unwanted leftovers in a big trough for you to work through during a shift. At least one or two places though just keep their pig chained up next to the trash can - scraping the cold, greasy bits still left on dishes straight into your waiting mouth, nothing in the job description about you enjoying the process - and if you complain too hard, they'll spread open your ass and force it down the other way.
kept in a stall like livestock - the only things in my world are the trough in front of me and the fucking machine spearing open my holes rhythmically, constantly. Let me go dumb on the fattening slop filled with hormones that'll make me bigger, stupider, hornier, more fertile. My tits swell up and are hooked up to milking pumps, too. I won't even notice when the machine is replaced with a real live cock, pumping my hyper-fertile womb with cum, only for the one stallion to pull out and be replaced with another, and another, and another, ensuring that I'm as pregnant as possible to keep making milk, like a proper animal. i won't understand what's happening as my body grows with life, thinking its just getting fatter and fatter, barely processing the hands fondling my pregnant gut and examining my cunt - hell, even while I'm giving birth I wouldn't know much more than the fact that my pussy feels so good when my body tells me to push. I won't notice when the cycle starts again, a dozen giant, leaky cocks ready to knock my womb up with a dozen more piglets. All the while I just eat my slop, getting my massive tits pumped and my hole fucked while I wallow in my own filth, mindless and dumb and lost in a state of permanent stupid pleasure.
i need someone to be obsessed with ruining my cunt until it's unrecognizable. make me walk around with bigger and bigger toys tied in my hole because i'm too loose to keep them in. use a pump on my pussy for hours everyday until the lips double in size. beat it so sensitive i can't sit or even wear pants. put weighted clamps on my labia so they stretch obscenely. shove random objects in my cunt to hold until there's nothing in the house that hasn't been inside of me. if there isn't a toy to plug my gash closed i'll leak all over the floor (shove my face in it and make me lick it up like a dog).
make it so my cunt isn't even recognizable as a pussy. ruin me for everyone else <3
“Hold on, babygirl, you can do it.” I held her hand. She clenched back hard. She was sweating all over, her soft skin shining in the dim light. She was panting and gasping. “Oh please oh please Daddy I can’t I can’t”. But I had faith in her.
She was strapped down just the way I like: arms out of the way, boobies out, legs spread obscenely wide. The Clitmaster was busy between her legs. She shook her head madly, princess curls sticking to her face. I brushed them away.
When I said Clitmaster I didn’t just mean the device, though the Clitmaster-5 is a work of pure art and genius. I meant the actual genius sat between her legs, frowning in concentration, wielding the device he had invented with skill and delicate care. I was very grateful he’d agreed to do this for me.
My girl had been fighting to hold back her orgasm for half an hour now. She knew I wanted her to hold out, but I hadn’t told her anything else, and I’d made sure there were no clocks visible for her. I wanted this anguished state to be her whole life in this moment. Let it be like forever.
Her clit had been prepped for special attention today. Her outer lips had been spread wide and tight, and the little hood had been clamped out of the way, to let the sensitive little nubbin stick up proudly. Her hips had been strapped down so hard that she couldn’t move them at all, couldn’t move her clit away from its tormentor. It was an utterly helpless target for the Clitmaster’s attentions.
I was proud of her for holding out. It can’t have been easy. I’d been training her to be clitoral only for a few years already, and I’d gotten her to the point where I could safely fuck her for several hours and she still couldn’t cum from it (I tested that with a machine once; I’m not that athletic).
But after a fuck like that, you can stroke a feather over her clit and she’ll squirt all over the place. It was magnificent. It’s a good thing I had it on video, because I was on a denial kick now and I wasn't letting her orgasm anymore. I really loved how she looked and felt when she was so horny and so hungry for release all the time. I’d told her that this was the big test of her denial training, and I knew she wouldn’t disappoint me.
I really was proud of her, too. I watched her for another hour, writhing and shuddering and biting her lip bloody. I carefully wiped away the blood drops and put some soothing ointment on her lips, then kissed her. We looked eye to eye for a while, with her holding absolutely still for it. It was magical, a perfect moment. She teared up, started crying full out. “Oh Daddy I don’t think I can do it I’m sorry I’m so sorry”.
I brushed her cheeks. “Hush, sweetling. I know you can. You’re going to make Daddy proud. You’re so lovely right now, I want you to be this lovely forever. Please, buttercup, do it for me.”
She nodded, bit her lip again and sniffled and tried to concentrate. I love her “concentration” face, it’s so different and so precious at the same time. I stroked her gently, starting from her forehead and the little places I know she likes – earlobes, one side of her nose, below her lips. Her comfort places.
I moved down, stroking the sides of her neck, below her collarbone, the tops of her little breasts. Her nipples were standing rock hard but I left them alone, the poor girl was suffering enough. I took a damp towel and dabbed the sweat from her face and body, then I took her hand again for encouragement.
When we neared the two hour mark I looked at the Clitmaster again and he nodded. We were ready, she was ready. I cupped her cheek, firmly because she was shaking her head again, and kissed her on the lips. “Hold on just a bit more, sweetie, you’re almost there. I’m so proud of you.” That look in her eyes, that alone made it worth it.
I picked up the syringe from where it had been waiting, and bent over her tummy to look between her legs. Her clit was huge, swollen and red. The Clitmaster stayed on the other side of it while I carefully injected the numbing agent. My little girl moaned as the needle went in. When I was done, I quickly moved out of the way so that the stimulation could continue.
The numbing agent spread quickly, and she was first relieved, then confused. She took a deep breath, the first easy breath she’d had in two hours. The Clitmaster was still buzzing away. “Daddy? I… I can’t feel anything?”.
I unclipped one wrist and took her whole hand between mine. “That’s right, cupcake. Your little clitty doesn’t work anymore. We’re testing to make sure. Do you feel nothing at all?”
She shook her head. “It’s just… I can feel it, you know, in my bones. The buzzing. But nothing else. But… but why, Daddy? I’m scared.”
I squeezed her hand. “I want to deny you forever, darling. I want to keep you just this way. Your clitty is still there but it doesn’t work anymore. Not ever again. Congratulations, babygirl. For two hours you’ve resisted your very last chance of ever having orgasm. And you did it all for me.”
Sometimes I just crave casual worship and sexual devotion. I know that sounds odd, but hear me out. I think it's more common than you might realize, we just don't really have a term for it.
I want to lay in bed with her and take her hands and teach her how to massage my balls just right, teach her how to trail her fingernails on my inner thighs, how to slowly rub her palm on the side of my cock, how to dance her fingertips lightly across my skin. All the while discussing our day.
Any time she stops I guide her hands with mine while we keep talking. I remind her to keep her eyes on mine. If she takes her hands off of me, I calmly but firmly place them back on my cock and balls. The power disparity becomes clear over time. I can move my hands freely, but she'll keep her hands busy on me. Not too busy, but just right.
Just teaching her to lazily tease and casually fondle me when we cuddle and conversate day after day until it starts to become second nature to her. So much so that I can unzip and take my cock and balls out while we talk on the couch and she instinctively reaches out to caress me while she doesn't miss a beat and makes her next point in the conversation.
I want that flavor of casual sexual devotion. That nonchalant worship. Because I don't need to cum every time my cock is stimulated, but I enjoy reminding her that it's in charge of her all of the time.
I don't need to be constantly satiating my own sexual needs when a casual display of sexual submission for its own sake is the sweetest thing she can give me in that moment to perfectly serve and satisfy me. I don't need every act of sexual worship to be intensely carnal, just intentional in her devotion to pleasing me.
